I stare at the rows of faces, searching into their eyes. I copy their features into my thoughts, so I can ponder on them later. I step out into the hall, they brush past me. Some laughing, some frowning, some with no expression at all. They are all hurrying, rushing, hurrying. I look into their faces once more. Each one has secrets, troubles, joys. Each one has a story to tell.
I wish I could know each one, I wish I could love each one. I wonder how I can impact their lives, I wonder what they will do with their lives.
Each one has a story to tell.